Movin’ without movin’
 Pure Crush Groovin’
 Right on track, right on and I’m back
 Rap ex-lax, yeah I be pooing on em
 Damn right, Mr CuDi he be dippin’ on em
 Say it loud, you all want the new new
 Explorer like Dora
 That’s how I got a clue too
 So f-cking underground, barely on Youtube
 Till Day N Nite now they all got a clue who
 Took me a minute man, took me a while
 Hard headed nigga, ever since I was wild a child
 But my ambitions made b!tches beg for intentions
 DJ’s unmixing they mixes just to toss in some cudder
 And I tried to tell my mother, but she ain’t understand
 Figure I’m some other
 But see my mommy ain’t a fronter
 So nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker
 
[Hook]
 And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
 We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
 I, I do, what I do
 And, I, I do, what I do
 
And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
 We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
 I, I do, what I do
 And, I, I do, what I do
 
Do my little dance
 Sippin’ out of cup
 All my people in the back
 My people in the front
 
I, I do, What I do
 And, I, I do, what I do, do
 
Do my little dance
 Sippin’ outta cup
 Pulling up my pants
 She come walkin’ up
 And I’m like..
 
I, I do, What I do
 And, I, I do, what I do, do
 
Wooooooo, Nigga!
 Y’all motherf-ckers need to understand the f-ckin game
 Shit ain’t gon’ change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up
 Niggas need to open they f-ckin minds, Nigga!
 Cause this is some shit, that Ya’ll niggas ain’t ready for
 
[Verse 2]
 Movin’ without movin’
 Pure Crush Groovin’
 Right on track, right on and I’m back
 You make songs about some new dances
 I make songs bout the black man advancements
 I’m talkin’ classic homie
 I’m talkin’ monumental
 And I don’t need much
 But Dot instrumentals
 That’s how I lay the stencil
 Me smiling up out the window
 I’m in the leaner dome
 That’s my crib on the moon
 And I’m living in hotel rooms
 In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
 How a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak
 And how a nigga live, is sacrifice what’s big
 And I’mma say it right before the hook
 Maybe in due time, Pimpin’, I’ma write a book
 But now I’ma play my Andre 3000
 And dream about an island with model girls eyein’
 
Um, Hello…
 Hey Baby…
 Um…yeah
 Some people call me CuDi
 Some people call me Scott
 It don’t matter what you want to call me, as long as you call me something
 As long as you call me, Baby
 But Umm
 You know
 You seem real pretty
 And I ain’t talking bout how you look
 I’m talking bout your vibe
 Your vibe is pretty
 I’m pretty hungry
 You wanna get something to eat
 Sip on something
 Where we going?
 The moon